For long I struggled to connect with the realm of dreams despite always having been a vivid dreamer. That tension marked the benchmark of my individuation process. My body, mind, and soul were sick from the weight of endless acts of self-betrayal and constant crises of conscience until I, ironically, awakened. Having licked my wounds, I received the green light to express myself so that my dreams feel safe enough to never abandon their dreamy captain again.
Perhaps Mischief ‘Managed’ would’ve stayed unmanaged if I had never dared to venture into the unknown, into what I’ve tried to hide even from myself. But love is relentless. It even penetrates the carcasses we build around our hearts to avoid being hurt, and pushes us to fully face and embrace our whole power. Love is all empowering at its peak because it never takes from us and it’s constantly reminding us that there’s always a choice—a deeply personal one.
To me, love’s depth resembles that of the ocean which can be navigated yet it can’t be owned—just as the air we breathe which belongs to no one. So, here I release my love for truth through words, and let it fly without attachment, hoping it might find resonance in the wind.
